I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,